Smith and Jones (and Tyler)
Clara sighed with boredom as she sat by the Doctor's hospital bed. He had been rambling on for the last hour about why they were even there in the first place, though he had explained it to her already. He had found some electrical currents around the hospital on the TARDIS and had decided to check himself in with the excuse of abdominal pains to investigate.
She closed her eyes, humming a random tune to herself, still bored. The Doctor nudged her knee and grinned at her when she opened her eyes.
"Bored?" he said.
"What gave it away?" Clara asked sarcastically.
He grinned again. "Well, here come the medical students. Time for a bit of fun," the Doctor said.
"Just be careful," Clara warned.
Mr. Stoker, the 'teacher,' led all of the students.
"Now then, Mr. Smith, Miss Tyler, a very good morning to both of you. How are you today?" he asked the Doctor.
"Aw, not so bad, still a bit, you know. Blah," the Doctor said.
"John Smith, admitted yesterday with sever abdominal pains. Jones, why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me," Mr. Stoker said. Clara covered up a giggle. Every time she though of his name, she thought of Dracula.
"That wasn't very clever, running around outside, was it?" an African-American woman said, walking up to the Doctor's bed.
"Sorry?" the Doctor asked, confused.
"On Chancery Street this morning," Jones said. "You came up to me and took your tie off. And she was with you, smirking."
"Me?" Clara asked, confused.
"Really? What did I do that for?" the Doctor asked.
"I don't know, you just did," the woman said.
"Not me," the Doctor said. "I was here, in bed. Ask Clara or the nurses."
"He was," Clara said. "Didn't move from this bed."
"Well, that's weird, cause it looked like you," Jones said. "Have you got a brother? Or twin sister?" she looked at Clara.
"Nope, not me," Clara said.
"No, not any more," the Doctor said. "Just me and Clara."
"As time passes and I grow ever more infirm and weary, Miss Jones," Mr. Stoker said.
"Sorry," Jones said. "Right."
Clara winced as Jones put her stethoscope to the Doctor's chest and looked puzzled. She moved the stethoscope to the other side of his chest. She panicked, thinking that the student would report them. The Doctor winked at Jones, though.
"I weep for future generations," Mr. Stoker said. "Are you having trouble locating the heart, Miss Jones?"
"Um. I don't know," Jones said. "Stomach cramps?"
"That is a symptom, not a diagnosis," Mr. Stoker said. "And you rather failed basic techniques by not consulting first with the patient's chart."
He picked up the chart, but dropped it immediately, as it gave him a rather nasty shock.
"That happened to me this morning," Jones said.
"I had the same thing on the door handle," one student said.
"And me, on the lift," said another.
"That's only to be expected," Mr. Stoker said. "There's a thunderstorm moving in and lightning is a form of static electricity, as was first proven by—anyone?"
"Benjamin Franklin," the Doctor said.
"Correct!" Mr. Stoker said.
"My mate, Ben, that was a day and a half. I got rope burns off that kite, and then I got soaked..." the Doctor said.
"Quite..." Mr. Stoker said.
"...and then I got electrocuted!" the Doctor said, and Clara just wanted to smack her forehead with her palm. What part of blend in didn't he understand?
"Moving on," Mr. Stoker said. "I think perhaps a visit from psychiatric. And next we have-"
And with that, he moved on with his medical students.
"Really, Doctor? Benjamin Franklin?" Clara asked.
"What? He was my friend!" the Doctor said.
"Yeah, but that doesn't blend us in," Clara said.
"I told you I was gonna have fun with them," the Doctor said, grinning at her. "Well, time to investigate."
He got up, in his dressing gown, and moved out of the room, with Clara keeping an eye out behind them. They passed by the kitchen in the hospital, where the medical student, Jones, was talking on her mobile. The Doctor looked in, then moved on.
They were a ways down the corridor when the shaking started. The Doctor grabbed Clara, the both of them using the walls to hold themselves up. When it stopped, Clara looked around in bewilderment.\
"What was that?" Clara exclaimed.
"Dunno, but I think we'll find out," the Doctor said.
"Um, Doctor? We're on the moon," Clara said, glancing out a window.
"Oh, look at that! We are!" the Doctor said, also glancing out, before moving on, back to their room. Clara stood watch, while the Doctor pulled the curtain around his bed shut, changing into his suit.
The student, Jones, was going over to the window.
"It's real. It's really real. Hold on!" Jones said. She reached out for the window latch and the other student with her sobbed out, "Don't! We'll lose all the air!"
"But they're not exactly air tight," Jones said. "If the air was going to get sucked out, it would have happened straight away, but it didn't. So how come?"
Clara was impressed with this doctor-in-training. That was really smart. In fact, she hadn't even thought about that.
"Very good point!" the Doctor said, pulling the curtain back, startling Clara. "Brilliant, in fact. What was your name?"
"Martha," said said.
"And it was Jones, wasn't it?" the Doctor asked, and she nodded. "Well then, Martha Jones, the question is, how are we still breathing?"
"We can't be!" the other student wailed.
"Obviously we are, so don't waste my time," the Doctor said.
"Rude, dear," Clara whispered.
"Sorry," the Doctor said, rolling his eyes. "Now, Martha, what have we got? Is there a balcony on this floor, or a veranda, or...?"
"By the patients' lounge, yeah," Martha said.
"Fancy going out?" the Doctor asked, holding his arm out to Clara.
"Of course, dear," Clara said, taking it, smiling.
"Okay," Martha said.
"We might die," the Doctor said.
"We might not," Martha said.
"Good! C'mon. Not her, she'd hold us up," the Doctor said, gesturing to the other student.
"Be nice," Clara said, gently swatting his arm as they followed Martha to the veranda.
"We've got air!" Martha exclaimed, as they stepped out onto the balcony. "How does that work?"
"Just be glad it does," the Doctor said.
"I sure am," Clara said, taking a deep breath.
"I've got a party tonight," Martha said. "It's my brother's twenty-first. My mother's going to be really...really..."
"You okay?" the Doctor asked.
"Yeah," Martha said.
"Sure?" the Doctor asked.
"Yeah," Martha repeated.
"Want to go back in?" the Doctor asked.
"No way," Martha said. "I mean, we could die any minute, but all the same—it's beautiful."
"That it is," Clara said.
"You think?" the Doctor asked.
"How many people want to go to the moon?" Martha asked. "And here we are!"
"Standing in the earthlight," the Doctor said.
"Which is gorgeous," Clara said, looking down on her home planet.
"What do you two think happened?" Martha asked.
"What do you think?" the Doctor asked her in return.
"Extraterrestrial," Martha said. "It's got to be. I don't know, a few years ago, that would have sounded mad, but these days? That spaceship flying into Big Ben—Christmas—those Cybermen things. I had a cousin. Adeola. She worked at Canary Wharf. She never came home."
"Neither did my cousin," Clara said, thinking of Rose, who disappeared to the parallel world.
"I'm sorry," the Doctor told Martha.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, too," Martha told Clara.
"Thanks," she whispered.
"We were there," the Doctor said to Martha. "In the battle."
"I promise you, Mr. Smith and Miss Tyler, we will find a way out," Martha said. "If we can travel to the moon, then we can travel back. There's got to be a way."
"It's not Smith, that's not my name," the Doctor said.
"Who are you then?" Martha asked, looking between Clara and the Doctor.
"I'm really Clara Tyler," Clara said.
"I'm the Doctor," he said.
"Me, too, if I can pass by exams," Martha said. "What is it, then? Doctor Smith?"
"Jus the Doctor," he said.
"How do you mean, just the Doctor?" Martha asked.
"Just like he said," Clara said.
"Just...the Doctor," he said.
"What, people call you 'the Doctor'?" Martha asked.
"Yeah," the Doctor said.
"We do," Clara said.
"Well, I'm not," Martha said. "As far as I'm concerned, you've got to earn that title."
Clara snorted.
"Well, I'd better make a start, then," the Doctor said, giving Clara a look. "Let's have a look."
He picked up a pebble and threw it. "There must be some sort of force field keeping the air in."
"If that's like a bubble sealing us in, that means this is the only air we've got. What happens when it runs out?" Martha asked.
"How many people in this hospital?" the Doctor asked.
"I don't know, a thousand?" Martha asked.
"One thousand people. Suffocating," the Doctor said.
"We've got to help them," Clara said.
"Why would anyone do that?" Martha asked.
"Head's up! Ask them yourself," the Doctor said.
A large spaceship arrived and landed on the moon near the hospital. From far away, Clara thought the aliens marching out of the ship looked like ants, but she could tell that they weren't really.
"Aliens," Martha said, amazed. "That's aliens. Real, proper aliens."
"Judoon," the Doctor said, naming them.
The Doctor, Clara, and Martha made their way from the balcony to the hospital reception area where the Judoon were entering. They hid on the next level up, behind some potted plants.
"Oh, look down there, you've got a little shop. I love little shops!" the Doctor exclaimed.
Clara rolled her eyes at his child-like enthusiasm.
"Never mind that!" Martha said. "What are Judoon?"
"Galactic police," the Doctor said. "Well, police for hire. More like interplanetary thugs."
"And they brought us to the moon?" Martha asked.
"Neutral territory," the Doctor said. "According to galactic law, they've got no jurisdiction over the Earth, and they isolated us. That rain? Lightning? That was them, using an H2O scoop."
"You said you didn't know what it was," Clara scolded.
"Yeah, I lied," the Doctor said, rubbing his neck, knowing he was in trouble. Clara gave him a stern look. "It would've taken too long to explain!"
"All right," Clara said, shaking her head.
"What's that about 'galactic law'?" Martha asked. "Where'd you get that from? If they're police, are we under arrest? Are we trespassing on the moon or something?"
"No," the Doctor said. "But I like that. Good thinking. No, it's more simple. They're making a catalog, it means they're after something non-human, which is very bad news for me."
"Why?" Martha asked, and both he and Clara just looked at her. "Oh, you're kidding me. Don't be ridiculous. Stop looking at me like that."
"Come on, then," the Doctor said getting up and the three of them left. They found an office, where the Doctor started examining the computer with Clara, while Martha kept watch outside. He was scanning the computer with his sonic screwdriver when Martha came in.
"They've reached third floor," Martha said, then gestured to the screwdriver. "What's that thing?"
"Sonic screwdriver," the Doctor answered.
"Well, if you're not going to answer me properly!" Martha said.
"No, really, it is," the Doctor said. "It's a screwdriver, and it's sonic. Look."
"It really is," Clara insisted.
"What else have you got? A laser spanner?" Martha asked.
"I did, but it was stolen by Emily Pankhurst, cheeky woman," the Doctor said and Clara rolled her eyes, grinning. The Doctor then hit the computer. "Oh, this computer!"
"It doesn't help if you hit it, Sweetie," Clara said sweetly.
The Doctor then rolled his eyes and said, "The Judoon must have locked it down. Judoon platoon upon the moon. Cause we were just traveling past, I swear, we were just wondering, we weren't looking for trouble, honestly, we weren't, but I noticed these plasma coils around the hospital, and that lightning, that's plasma coils, been building up for two days now, so I checked in with Clara, I thought something was going on inside, it turns out the plasma coils were the Judoon up above."
"But what were they looking for?" Martha asked.
"Something that looks human, but isn't," the Doctor said.
"Like you," Martha said. "Apparently."
"Like me, but not me," the Doctor said.
"Haven't they got a photo?" Martha asked.
"Might be a shape-changer," the Doctor said.
"Just our luck, it is," Clara said.
"Whatever it is, can't you just leave the Judoon to find it?" Martha asked.
"If they declare the hospital guilty of harboring a fugitive, they'll sentence it to execution," the Doctor said.
"All of us?" Martha asked.
"'Fraid so," Clara said. "Which is why we're here to help."
"If we can find this thing first...Oh! Just that they're thick! Judoon are thick! They are completely thick! They wiped the records. Oh, that's clever," the Doctor said.
"What are we looking for?" Martha asked.
"I don't know," the Doctor said. "Any patient admitted in the past week with unusual symptoms. Maybe there's a back-up."
"Just keep working," Martha said. "I'll go ask Mr. Stoker, he might know."
"You like her, don't you?" Clara asked the Doctor.
"Sure, she's brilliant," the Doctor said.
"Thinking of asking her to come with us?" Clara asked.
"Dunno, we'll see," the Doctor said. "Finished here."
The two of them went out into the corridor, where they met up with Martha.
"I've restored the back-up," the Doctor said.
"I found her," Martha said.
"You what?" the Doctor asked.
"Who?" Clara said.
"Run!" the Doctor said, seeing the leather men behind Martha.
He took Clara's hand as they ran, followed by the slabs. They then met up with the Judoon, and ran down the stairs. They took off on the fourth floor, with the Slabs right behind them. The Doctor led them into the radiation room, where he then locked the door on the Slabs.
"When I say 'now,' press the button," the Doctor said.
"I don't know which one," Martha said.
"Find out!" the Doctor said.
"That's the thing about being with the Doctor," Clara said, as Martha went for the Operator's Manual. "You learn to press random buttons!"
"Now!" the the Doctor shouted, and Clara slammed her hand down on a big, yellow button. The Slab and the Doctor were both zapped with radiation and the Slab fell to the ground.
"What did you do?" Martha asked.
"Increased the radiation by five thousand percent. Killed him dead," the Doctor said.
"Isn't that likely to kill you?" Martha asked.
"Nah, it's only radiation," the Doctor said and Clara gave a sigh of relief. "We used to play with roentgen bricks in the nursery. It's safe for you two to come out, I've absorbed it all. All I need to do is expel it."
Clara giggled as he began to hop and bounce about.
"If I concentrate, I can shake the radiation out of my body and into one spot. It's in my left shoe. Here we go, here we go, easy does it..." he said, starting to shake his foot. "Out, out, out, out, out. Out, out, ah, ah, ah, ah. It is, it is, it is, it is, it is hot. Ah—hold on!"
He then threw his (in Clara's opinion) awesome shoe, complete with the sock, into the trashcan. ]
"Done," he said.
"You're completely mad," Martha said.
"That he is," Clara said, grinning at the one barefoot Doctor.
"Right," the Doctor said. "I look daft with one shoe."
He then took off the other shoe and it followed the first one into the trashcan.
"Barefoot on the moon!" he said, wiggling his toes.
"Completely mad," Clara repeated, shaking her head.
"So, what is that thing?" Martha asked, going over to the Slab. "And where's it from? The planet Zovirax?"
"It's just a Slab," the Doctor said. "They're called 'Slabs.' Basic slave drones, see? Solid leather, all the way through. Someone has got one hell of a fetish."
Clara snorted.
"Sure you don't want to know what for," she said, and it was then the Doctor's turn to snort.
"It came with that woman, Mrs. Finnegan," Martha said, looking at the pair of them oddly. "It was working for her. Just like a servant."
"My sonic screwdriver," the Doctor whined, taking what remained of his screwdriver out of the x-ray machine.
"I'm sure you can fix it, dear," Clara said, putting her hand on his shoulder. "You're a genius."
"She was one of the patients, but-" Martha continued on.
"My sonic screwdriver!" the Doctor still whined.
"Want some cheese with that whine?" Clara asked sarcastically.
"She had a straw like some kind of vampire," Martha said.
"I loved my sonic screwdriver!" the Doctor said.
"Doctor!" Clara and Martha both said.
"Sorry," the Doctor said, tossing away the left-over of his screwdriver, then smiled. "You called me 'Doctor'," he said to Martha.
"Anyway!" Martha said. "Mrs. Finnegan is the alien. She was drinking Mr. Stoker's blood."
"Way too Dracula for me," Clara said. "Stoker, getting his blood sucked out. Ironic."
"Funny time to take a snack," the Doctor said, giving Clara an amused look. "You'd think she'd be hiding. Unless—no. Yes, that's it, wait a minute. Yes! Shape-changer. Internal shape-changer. She wasn't drinking blood, she was assimilating it! If she can assimilate Mr. Stoker's blood, mimic the morphology, she can register as human. We've got to find her and show the Judoon. Come on!"
Clara was right on his heels as he took off running, with Martha right behind her. The three of them hid behind a water cooler, as the remaining Slab walked down the hallway past them.
"That's the thing about Slabs," the Doctor said. "They always travel in pairs."
"What about you two?" Martha asked.
"What about us what?" the Doctor asked and he and Clara looked at each other.
"Haven't you two got back-up? You must have another partner or something?" Martha said.
"You're lookin' at her," Clara said, grinning.
"Uh. Humans. We're stuck on the moon running out of air with Judoon and a bloodsucking criminal, you're asking personal questions," the Doctor said. "Come on."
"Oi! I'm human, too!" Clara protested.
"I like that," Martha said. "'Humans'." I'm still not convinced you're an alien."
They stepped out right in front of a Judoon, who shined a blue light in the Doctor's face.
"Non-human," the Judoon said.
"Oh, my gosh, you really are!" Martha exclaimed.
"Told you so," Clara said.
"And again!" the Doctor said, and the three of them took off running with the Judoon shooting after them. They ran up the stairs to the next floor where people were falling to the floor, gasping for breath.
"They've done this floor," the Doctor said. "Come on. The Judoon are logical and just a little bit thick. They won't go back to check a floor they've checked already. If we're lucky."
"Lucky?" Clara asked. "I thought you knew."
"Apparently not," he said, grinning.
"How much oxygen is there?" Martha asked the student that the Doctor had said would get in the way.
"Not enough for all these people," the woman said. "We're going to run out."
"How are you feeling? Are you all right?" the Doctor asked Martha and Clara.
"Never better," Clara said, used to the running.
"I'm running on adrenaline," Martha said.
"Welcome to our world," the Doctor said, smiling at Clara, who nodded.
"What about the Judoon?" Martha asked.
"Ah, great big lung reserves, it won't slow them down," the Doctor said. "Where's Mr. Stoker's office?"
"It's this way," Martha said, leading the way. As soon as they entered, Martha exclaimed, "She's gone! She was here."
The Doctor examined Mr. Stoker's body and said, "Drained him dry. Every last drop. I was right. She's a Plasmavore."
"What was she doing on Earth?" Martha asked.
"Hiding," the Doctor said. "On the run. Like Ronald Biggs in Rio de Janeiro. What's she doing now? She's still not safe. The Judoon could execute us all. Come on."
"Wait a minute," Martha said,and went back and closed Mr. Stoker's eyes.
They left into the corridor.
"Think, think, think," the Doctor said. "If I was a Plasmavore, surrounded by police, what would I do?"
"Stay out of sight," Clara said.
"Yes, but, aah!" the Doctor said, seeing the MRI sign. "She's as clever as me. Almost."
"Find the non-human. Execute," the Judoon were saying nearby.
"You both need to stay here. I need time," the Doctor said. "You're going to have to hold them up."
"How do we do that?" Martha asked.
The Doctor only grabbed Clara and planted one right on her. He pulled away too soon, though, and gave Clara a pleading look that said, 'forgive me.'
"Martha, forgive me for this," he said, speaking more to Clara. "It's to save a thousand lives, it mean nothing. Honestly, nothing."
He then pecked Martha on the lips and Clara fumed as he ran off.
"That was nothing?" Martha asked, stunned.
"Yeah, it was nothing," Clara nearly snarled.
"Sorry," Martha said, looking ashamed. "It's just that...not everyday, someone kisses you, even if it is to save the hospital."
"It's alright," Clara said grudgingly. "I just tend to get really jealous when it comes to the Doctor. I love him, see."
It was then that the Judoon found them.
"Find the non-human. Execute," the Judoon said.
"Now listen," Martha said. "I know who you're looking for. She's this woman. She calls herself Florence."
"Or Mrs. Finnigan," Clara said. "She'll register as human, but she's not."
The Judoon just examined Martha with his blue light.
"Human," the Judoon said. "With non-human traits suspected. Non-human element confirmed. Authorize full scan. What are you? What are you?"
The Judoon marked an 'X' on Martha's hand.
"Confirmed: human. Traces of facial contact with non-human. Continue the search," the Judoon said, then handed Martha a slip of paper. "You will need this."
"What's that for?" Martha asked.
"Compensation," the Judoon said.
They then moved on to Clara, who also registered as human with non-human facial contact. The Judoon then handed her a slip of paper.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Compensation," she said, waving her hand dismissively.
"Now, come on!" Martha said, leading the way to the MRI room. They entered, just as the Doctor slumped to the floor.
"No!" Clara cried.
"Now see what you've done," Mrs. Finnigan said. "This poor man just died of fright."
"Scan him!" the Judoon said. "Confirmation: deceased."
"No!" Clara shouted again, pushing her way through. "He can't be. He's the Doctor. He can't be."
"Let me through," Martha said. "Let me see him."
"Stop," the Judoon said. "Case closed."
"But it was her," Martha said. "She killed him. She did it. She murdered him."
"It's not over," Clara yelled, a wild look in her eyes, as she cradled the Doctor's head in her lap.
"The Judoon have no authority over human crime," the Judoon said.
"But she's not human," Martha said.
"Oh, but I am," Mrs. Finnigan said. "I've been cataloged."
"But she's not!" Martha said. "She assimil—Wait a minute. You drank his blood. The Doctor's blood."
"Meaning he didn't die in vain," Clara said, as Martha grabbed a Judoon scanner.
"Oh, all right," Mrs. Finnigan said. "Scan all you like."
"Non-human," the Judoon said.
"What?" Mrs. Finnigan asked, confused.
"Confirm analysis," the Judoon said.
"Oh, but it's a mistake, surely. I'm human. I'm as human as they come," Mrs. Finnigan said.
"He gave his life so they'd find you," Martha said.
"Confirmed: Plasmavore," the Judoon said. "I charge you with the crime of murdering the Princess of Patrival Regency Nine."
"She deserved it!" Mrs. Finnigan said. "Those pink cheeks and those blond curls and that simpering voice. She was begging for the bite of a Plasmavore."
"Do you confess?" the Judoon asked.
"Confess? I'm proud of it! Slab—stop them!" Mrs. Finnigan ordered.
The Slab shot at the Judoon, but the Judoon shot back and the Slab disintegrated.
"Verdict: guilty. Sentence: execution," the Judoon said.
The sign above the MRI lit up saying, MAGNETIC OVERLOAD.
"Enjoy your victory, Judoon, because you're going to burn with me. Burn in hell!" Mrs. Finnigan yelled, before she screamed as the Judoon disintegrated her. Clara instinctively ducked, covering the Doctor's head with her body. Martha then rushed to her side.
"Case closed," the Judoon said.
"What did she mean, 'burn with me?' The scanner shouldn't be doing that. She's done something," Martha said.
"Scans detect lethal acceleration of monomagnetic pulse," the Judoon said.
"Well, do something! Stop it!" Martha said.
"Our jurisdiction has ended. Judoon will evacuate," the Judoon said.
"You can't just leave it," Martha said. "What's it going to do?"
"All units withdraw," the Judoon said, as they left.
"I've got to try something," Clara said, struggling to get up, the air thin. She stumbled her way to the office where the controls for the MRI were. Air running out, she found it harder to think and to breathe. Outside the room, Martha was attempting to do C.P.R. on the Doctor.
Pressing random buttons but doing nothing, Clara finally slumped to the ground, very nearly out of air. She was still conscious, though, when the Doctor crawled in and unplugged the machine.
"You're okay!" Clara cried out weakly.
"'Course I am," the Doctor said.
"How's Martha?" Clara gasped out.
"Passed out," the Doctor said. Clara stumbled back out after the Doctor as he picked up Martha and carried her out into the corridor, where there were doctors and patients all over, all nearly unconscious. Clara had to lean against walls to the window where the Doctor had carried Martha.
"Come on, come on, come on. Come on, Judoon, reverse it," the Doctor muttered. Clara smiled weakly as rain started to fall.
"It's raining, Martha," the Doctor said. "Look, Clara, it's raining on the moon."
There was a flash of white light and they disappeared. The Doctor laid Martha down and took Clara's hand. The two of them exited the hospital as soon as it was back on Earth and made their way back to the TARDIS, where the Doctor picked up another pair of shoes and dematerialized the TARDIS.
They landed to later that evening, where Martha said that her brother's twenty-first would be. They stood on the corner, watching Martha and her family argue.
"And I always thought Jackie was bad," Clara said,with some sadness in her voice.
The Doctor gave a chuckle. Martha then spotted them and the Doctor smiled at her, the him and Clara disappeared round the corner. Martha found them leaning against the TARDIS, with the Doctor's arm around Clara's waist.
"I went to the moon today," Martha said.
"A bit more peaceful than down here," the Doctor said.
"You two never even told me who you are," Martha said.
"I'm Clara," she said.
"The Doctor," he said.
"What sort of species? It's not everyday I get to ask that," Martha said.
"I'm a Time Lord," the Doctor said.
"Right! Not pompous at all, then," Martha said.
"I just thought since you save our lives and I've got a brand new sonic screwdriver which needs road testing, you might fancy a trip with us," the Doctor said.
"What, into space?" Martha asked.
"Well," the Doctor said.
"I can't," Martha said. "I've got exams. I've got things to do. I have to go into town first thing and pay rent, I've got my family going mad..."
"If it helps, we can travel in time, as well," the Doctor said.
"Which is quite lovely," Clara grinned.
"Get out of here," Martha said.
"We can," the Doctor insisted.
"Come on now, that's going too far," Martha said.
"I'll prove it," the Doctor said.
He and Clara went into the TARDIS and dematerialized it. They met up with Martha from that morning and the Doctor took off his tie and said, "Like so. See?"
Clara smirked and shook her head. They headed back to the TARDIS and went back to where Martha was waiting. The Doctor stepped out first, with his tie in his hand. Clara stepped out behind him, amused.
"Told you!" the Doctor said.
"I know, but...that was this morning! But—Did you...oh, my gosh! You can travel in time!" Martha sputtered out.
Clara helped the Doctor put his tie back on, then tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck, smiling at him.
"But, hold on, if you could see me this morning, why didn't you tell me not to got in to work?" Martha asked.
"Doesn't work like that," Clara said.
"Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden," the Doctor said. "Except for cheap tricks."
"And that's your spaceship?" Martha asked.
"It's called the TARDIS," the Doctor said. "Time and Relative Dimensions in Space."
"Your spaceship's made of wood," Martha said, then teased. "There's not much room. We'd be a bit intimate."
"Take a look," the Doctor said, pushing the door open.
Clara linked arms with the Doctor, just waiting for it, as they followed Martha into the TARDIS. She ran back out past them. She ran back in.
"It's like a box with that room just rammed in," Martha said. "It's bigger on the inside."
Clara was amused as the Doctor had mouthed that last part with her.
"Is it? I hadn't noticed," the Doctor said, and Clara snorted. "All right, then, let's get going."
"But is there a crew?" Martha asked. "Like a navigator and stuff? Where is everyone?"
"Just me and Clara," the Doctor said.
"All on your own?" Martha asked.
"Well, sometimes we have other guests. I mean some friends, traveling alongside. I had—there was recently a friend of ours. Rose, her name was Rose. Clara's cousin. And...we were together. Anyway," the Doctor said, and Clara hung her head.
"Where is she now?" Martha asked, looking between Clara and the Doctor, seeing their sadness.
"With her family. Happy. She's fine. Not that you're replacing her," the Doctor said.
"Never said I was," Martha said.
"Good," Clara said.
"Just one trip to say 'thanks,' you get one trip, then back home," the Doctor said. "I'd rather us be on our own."
"You're the one that kissed me," Martha teased. Clara knew that she was teasing him, but still felt jealousy.
"That was a genetic transfer," the Doctor said. "I kissed Clara."
"And if you will wear a tight suit..." Martha said. Clara smirked, looking at his tight suit. Martha was now riling the Doctor up.
"Now...don't!" the Doctor said.
"And then travel all the way across the universe just to ask me on a date..." Martha said and Clara full out grinned.
"Stop it," the Doctor said.
"For the record? I'm not remotely interested," Martha said. "I only go for humans. Plus, I see that you're with Clara."
"Good," the Doctor said. "Well, then. Close down the gravitic anomalizer. Fire up the helmic regulator. And finally—the hand brake. Ready?"
"No," Martha said.
"Off we go," the Doctor said, pulling the hand brake. He fell, as did Clara as the TARDIS shook.
"Blimey, it's a bit bumpy," Martha said.
"Welcome aboard, Miss Jones," the Doctor said.
"It's my pleasure, Mr. Smith and Miss Tyler," Martha said, shaking both of their hands.
